A pretty, young, vivacious and innocent girl is shot at and killed by a youth high on alcohol and power. The scene is witnessed by a considerable number of people. The girl's elder sister, bent on getting justice done to her sister's killer is relentless in her efforts. The culprit turns out to be the apple of the eye of an influential politician. Underhand dealings, bribes, threats follow and in the blink of an eye, all witnesses turn hostile. The sister, a feisty and determined young woman refuses to bow out. She falls down, gets bruised and yet picking herself up with fresh determination, fights it out till the very end. Till truth finally triumphs and the killer is sentenced for life.
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A twenty-something of the 'weaker' sex standing outside Bandra station is subjected to the lewd stares of a street Romeo. Walking up to her, he pinches her bottom as well. Fuming, she grabs the miscreant by the scruff his collar and drags him to the police station, hitting him all the way. Articles praising the woman's bravado and condemning the eve-teaser's actions find their way to all newspapers the next morning, even as fellow eve-teasers shiver in their boots and women across the city find a reason to rejoice.
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A girl faints in the compartment of a local train and falls down in a heap just as the train pulls into the next station. Her friend carries her to a seat on the platform and before she knows, a bevy of women-old,young,rich,poor have surrounded them and are offering water, handkerchiefs, medicine,lime juice and the likes. Two of them are even trying to relieve the fainted girl, rubbing their palms against hers and sheltering her face from the sun with their pallus. They sit with the couple of them, constantly offering words of comfort and advice. They buy a packet of glucose biscuits and feed it to the weak one, as she comes around. And when her friend offers to pay them back for the biscuits and refreshments, they smile at her and say, "Does one accept money from one's sister"?
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The Supreme Court's judgement is out. The euthanasia plea for a woman who was sexually assaulted more three decades ago, lying in a vegetative state since then at the government hostel, where she worked as a nurse has been denied. The other nurses, clad in clean white frocks, are jubilant. They celebrate outside the hospital as a symbol of their mirth. "We will continue to tend to her (the patient) as long as God wishes her to live.", says one of them. "She was one of us after all."
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She hitches up her saree a tad bit and goes on about with her work. Sweeping every nook and corner, washing every stain off every dirty piece of cloth, cleaning every grimy surface, she makes sure that the house is spotless and shiny. Even if she doesn't live in it.
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And last but certainly far far away from the least,
Up and about at 6 each morn, she sweeps through the house like a hurricane, moving from task to task. She makes beds, cooks for everyone, packs lunches and leaves for work. At work, she toils away giving her best to the job at hand, returns home weary and tired, hiding fatigue behind that beatific smile that appears at the sight of her brood. Besides work, there are music and yoga classes to attend, grocery shopping to be done, friends and relatives to be visited...twenty four hours do not seem enough. And yet, as the day comes to a close, she eagerly sits with her off springs and listens to all that they have to say about the day that went by. First to rise and last to fall asleep, she surpasses her spirited, energetic, enthusiastic, strong, sweet, kind, sacrificing, sometimes stern and all encompassing self every single day. And did I mention that no matter how busy or engaged she might be, in the middle of the day, my phone lights up with a message, "How are you? Eat well and go home on time. Mom."
To all these absolute joys of the feminine kind and to many more I respect, admire and love - Happy Women's Day!
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A twenty-something of the 'weaker' sex standing outside Bandra station is subjected to the lewd stares of a street Romeo. Walking up to her, he pinches her bottom as well. Fuming, she grabs the miscreant by the scruff his collar and drags him to the police station, hitting him all the way. Articles praising the woman's bravado and condemning the eve-teaser's actions find their way to all newspapers the next morning, even as fellow eve-teasers shiver in their boots and women across the city find a reason to rejoice.
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A girl faints in the compartment of a local train and falls down in a heap just as the train pulls into the next station. Her friend carries her to a seat on the platform and before she knows, a bevy of women-old,young,rich,poor have surrounded them and are offering water, handkerchiefs, medicine,lime juice and the likes. Two of them are even trying to relieve the fainted girl, rubbing their palms against hers and sheltering her face from the sun with their pallus. They sit with the couple of them, constantly offering words of comfort and advice. They buy a packet of glucose biscuits and feed it to the weak one, as she comes around. And when her friend offers to pay them back for the biscuits and refreshments, they smile at her and say, "Does one accept money from one's sister"?
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The Supreme Court's judgement is out. The euthanasia plea for a woman who was sexually assaulted more three decades ago, lying in a vegetative state since then at the government hostel, where she worked as a nurse has been denied. The other nurses, clad in clean white frocks, are jubilant. They celebrate outside the hospital as a symbol of their mirth. "We will continue to tend to her (the patient) as long as God wishes her to live.", says one of them. "She was one of us after all."
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She hitches up her saree a tad bit and goes on about with her work. Sweeping every nook and corner, washing every stain off every dirty piece of cloth, cleaning every grimy surface, she makes sure that the house is spotless and shiny. Even if she doesn't live in it.
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And last but certainly far far away from the least,
Up and about at 6 each morn, she sweeps through the house like a hurricane, moving from task to task. She makes beds, cooks for everyone, packs lunches and leaves for work. At work, she toils away giving her best to the job at hand, returns home weary and tired, hiding fatigue behind that beatific smile that appears at the sight of her brood. Besides work, there are music and yoga classes to attend, grocery shopping to be done, friends and relatives to be visited...twenty four hours do not seem enough. And yet, as the day comes to a close, she eagerly sits with her off springs and listens to all that they have to say about the day that went by. First to rise and last to fall asleep, she surpasses her spirited, energetic, enthusiastic, strong, sweet, kind, sacrificing, sometimes stern and all encompassing self every single day. And did I mention that no matter how busy or engaged she might be, in the middle of the day, my phone lights up with a message, "How are you? Eat well and go home on time. Mom."
To all these absolute joys of the feminine kind and to many more I respect, admire and love - Happy Women's Day!
